Honduras has been the ‘bad boy’ of Central America for a long time, topping the tables for all the wrong reasons – murders, poverty, corruption and extortion. After the crowds and chaos at…

The first person we met in Punta Gorda, a small, rambling port town in Southern Belize, was Delphin, a Garifuna man who swore  that Queen Elizabeth appeared to him on the day she…

Another early morning when we were up before dawn in Flores to get the bus to take us to Belize. It was 5.30am but the town was anything but quiet. There was a…

The bus creaked, stalled and missed a gear on the first hill outside Panajachel – not a good start on a nine-hour journey that would take us from the shores of gorgeous Lake…

The last time I posted, we had booked transport to take us from historic Antigua to the shores of Lake Atitlan. The transport was a ‘shared shuttle’, a minibus that picks you up…

The last time I posted, we were in Puerta Viejo on the southern Caribbean coast of Costa Rica with all its steamy lushness and its tropical air, dense with humidity. We had brainfog…

We left home in the dead early hours of Thursday, Sept 29 – at about 4 am. The first leg of our journey to Costa Rica was a lift into Waterford (Thanks, Aonghus👏)…

Just like the swallows and other migratory birds, it’s time for us to fly away. After a great summer at home (lots of sunshine, a minor knee op, campervan trips (in a borrowed…

On the August Bank holiday, Spuds. (the campervan that we had borrowed to tour Mayo) was still parked outside our house waiting to be collected. It seemed such a waste not to use…